KEILAH The moment Damien closed the door, I let out a long, shaky breath, the tension in my chest finally easing. "That was embarrassing," I muttered under my breath, slumping against the edge of the bed. My body felt like it had been wrung out, my nerves still buzzing from his presence.I stayed there for a moment, letting my heartbeat slow before deciding it was time to pull myself together. With a sigh, I pushed myself off the floor, only to feel the cursed blanket wrap itself around my legs. Before I could stop it, gravity had its way, and I tumbled back down, landing hard and awkwardly on my face.“Holy shit,” I hissed, tasting blood on the tip of my tongue where I’d bitten it during the fall. I groaned, untangling myself from the blanket. The sting in my forehead added to the indignity of the moment.Finally freeing myself from the blanket, I stumbled to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, I leaned over the sink and stared into the mirror. My reflection wasn’t as bad as I fear
KEILAH I froze. My fingers flew to my neck, touching the place where Damien’s mark had been, the one that had been a constant reminder of him and everything that came with it. It was smooth now, unblemished. No trace of the mark remained.Gone. Just like that.I stared at Garbie, disbelief and confusion swirling in my mind. “How is that possible?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer.I pushed myself up, my legs feeling too light, like they weren’t quite holding me properly. The floor beneath me seemed distant, and for a split second, I thought I might collapse again. But before I could fall, Barbara was there, her hands steadying me.“Keilah, take it easy,” she said, her voice filled with concern.I nodded, barely registering her words as I shook off her hold, moving with urgency toward the stairs. My heart pounded in my chest, and I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. The need to see myself i
KEILAH I clenched my fists, her words cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. I hated feeling powerless. I hated standing still while Damien was slipping further away. Every fibre of my being screamed at me to act, to do something, anything, but Garbie’s words were a harsh reminder of my limits.I turned away from her, my chest heaving as I struggled to calm the storm inside me. My mind whirled with thoughts of Damien, of those black veins crawling across his skin.What was I even doing here? How could I possibly help?But no matter how hard I tried to convince myself to step back, to listen to reason, a small, stubborn part of me refused. I couldn’t just wait. I couldn’t just accept that there was nothing I could do.I turned back to Garbie, determination hardening my voice. “You might think I can’t help,” I said, my voice steady despite the fear bubbling inside me, “but I have to try. Your king… he’s not just some vampire to me. He saved me and protected me, even when he didn’t have
KEILAH Seth stared at me, his eyes cold. For a moment, the room was silent, save for the heavy beat of my heart in my chest. I held my ground, refusing to let his words rattle me. My mind was focused on one thing—Damien. If there was even the slightest chance my blood could help him, I wasn’t going to back down.Finally, Seth broke the silence with a low grunt, his eyes flickering toward Garbie. “You heard her. Get it,” he muttered, his tone laced with reluctant agreement. He turned his attention back to me, his glare never leaving my face as if daring me to reconsider. “I hope for your sake this works, Keilah. I’d hate to see what happens next if it doesn’t.”Garbie returned a few moments later, holding a knife that looked like it hadn’t been in use for years and a black bowl. The blade was worn and dark, the handle smooth with age. I glanced from the knife to Seth, my mind racing with questions I couldn’t quite master into words.My heart thudded painfully in my chest, and the weig
DAMIEN Deirdre's soft laughter vibrated against my chest, a melody that soothed the storm inside me. “You’re holding me so tightly, Damien,” she murmured, her voice tinged with gentle humour. “Are you sure you’re okay?”I pulled back just enough to look at her, searching her face for any trace of deception, any sign that this was another cruel trick of the throne or my own fractured mind. But there was none. Her eyes held nothing but love and warmth.“I don’t want to let go,” I admitted, my voice raw. “Not after what I’ve been through. I can’t lose you again.”Her expression softened, and she reached up to brush her fingers along my jawline, her touch featherlight. “You’ll never lose me, my love. I promised you that a long time ago, didn’t I?” She smiled, her thumb tracing the edge of my cheek. A mischievous glint lit up her gaze, and her lips curved into a teasing smirk. “Did you forget who I am?” she said, her tone a playful
DAMIEN Exhaustion hit me like a wave. I slumped down on the bed next to her, my body heavy and unsteady. A sharp, draining sensation tugged at my core. I felt hollow, as though something vital was being siphoned from me.The wolf paced restlessly beside the bed, its now golden eyes flickering between Keilah and me.“Sit your furry ass down,” I muttered, my voice hoarse and low. “She’s fine now.”The wolf hesitated but finally lay down beside the bed, resting its massive head on its paws, its gaze never leaving her.I closed my eyes briefly, trying to steady myself. The sharp pull of exhaustion still gnawed at me, but a prickle of awareness shot through my mind like a lightning bolt.Seth.My eyes snapped open, their natural hue giving way to a darker, furious abyss as rage flooded through me. He was here—inside my house.Before I could think, I moved. In a blink, I was downstairs, my body a blur of raw energy and fury. I slammed into him with all my weight, knocking him clean off his
SETHThe air felt thick with rage as I leapt through the night, the weight of Draven’s anger hanging over me like a suffocating smoke. I could still feel the burn in my throat from where his hands had gripped me. King Draven had never looked at me that way before. Never with such ferocity. I had seen him angry over the years, but this... this was different. It was like he was seeing me as a stranger—someone who betrayed him, who threatened what was most precious to him. And it was all because of her. Keilah. That damn human girl. She had become a thorn in my side, and my patience had finally snapped.I could feel the burn of my fangs, the ache to feed, to rip into something, anything, to calm the fire within me. I pushed my speed harder, my surroundings blurring around me, until I reached the edge of the mountains, where the wild creatures roamed freely.Without hesitation, I launched myself into the woods, the familiar rush of bloodlust flooding my senses. My eyes narrowed as I caugh
KEILAH “What do you mean by that? Why does it want to stay here?” I asked, confused. Why would Ralph’s wolf refuse to leave when Ralph himself might be searching for it? I sighed. “Why do I even care about him reuniting with his wolf?” But then again, his wolf is a part of him. He must feel incomplete without it. Helping him reunite with his wolf—it’s the least I can do, right?I didn’t catch what Damien was saying because I was too lost in my own thoughts. My focus snapped back when he brushed past me, heading upstairs. His eyes moved as if tracking something unseen, and I knew he was following Ralph’s wolf.I followed him closely, noticing the tension in his jaw. He clearly wasn’t thrilled about this, but he was doing it because I asked. When he reached my room, he stopped abruptly, his gaze narrowing at the wall.“What is it doing?” I asked, following his line of sight.“It disappeared through the wall,” he replied.I stepped in front of him, my breath catching as I looked up. Hol
KEILAH The steam curled around me like whispered secrets as I stood in the pool, letting the warm water cascade over my bare shoulders. My fingers drifted through the stream, slow and absent, while my thoughts—traitorous, wild thoughts—raced far away from where they should’ve stayed.He was gone now. Left not long ago, with a soft kiss and a promise I didn’t ask him to make.I told him to go. I had to.Because tomorrow, everything will burn.Still… gods, I hadn’t wanted him to leave.The water was supposed to help—supposed to soothe me, ground me—but instead, it only made me ache more. My cheeks flamed, hotter than the water itself, as memory clawed its way back into my skin.Damien.His mouth.His tongue.The way he looked at me like I was something he could never get enough of—like touching me wasn’t enough like he needed to breathe me in to survive.I sucked in a sharp breath, covering my face with my hands. “Stop it,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “Just stop.”But I cou
DAMIEN Her breath hitched the moment my fingers grazed the curve of her hip through the fabric. I didn't rush, didn't speak. I only looked at her—fully, reverently—as if she were something sacred and breakable.“Damien…” she whispered again, her voice trembling like her hands.“Shh,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re safe. With me, you’re always safe.”She didn’t pull away. Instead, her gaze dropped, lashes lowering, breath shallow.I lowered myself to my knees before her—slowly, deliberately—keeping my hands gently on her thighs. My eyes locked with hers, never straying, letting her see everything I felt but hadn’t said. The ache. The need to soothe her. I leaned in, brushing my lips over the soft fabric just above her knee. Her breath caught. My hands moved slowly, inching the long hem of her dress higher, revealing skin inch by inch—each exposed part a silent vow that I wasn’t going to rush this. That she had all the time in the world to feel safe. Cher
DAMIEN "Where the hell are they taking him?" I growled, glaring at the guards escorting the caged wolf toward the palace.Tindra, the infuriating woman who never seemed to leave my side, glanced at me with an arched brow. “Isn’t it obvious? They’re taking him into the palace. Strange, really. The Queen usually curses intruders into the river—or worse. Guess he got lucky.”I scoffed under my breath, my gaze narrowing on Keilah. “No,” I muttered. “He didn’t get lucky. She saved him.”Keilah kept glancing over her shoulder at him, her face carved with worry. Even surrounded by guards, with their glowing armour and cold elegance, it was only her I could see. Keilah.Her eyes—wild, frightened—kept darting back to the caged wolf as if she could will him free. Her hands were clenched at her sides, her lips trembling even as she fought to look composed. But I saw through it. Every breath she took screamed with anxiety. Every step away from Ralph hurt her.And it hurt me.My fists clenched a
KEILAH I shot to my feet, my heart hammering in my ears so loud I barely heard Garbie ask, “Did he just say werewolf?”I nodded, numb, eyes locked on the old fae on the altar. My legs felt weak, but I pushed forward through the murmuring crowd, pulling Garbie gently behind me until we reached the edge of the gathering.“Do you think it’s that hot-tempered Alpha?” she whispered.“I know it is,” I breathed. “He followed me too.”The crowd buzzed like hornets. Guards emerged from shadowed corners, their armour iridescent, their eyes glowing faintly like creatures born of moonlight. The old man raised his hand to quiet the chaos.“Do not fear,” he said. “We will deal with this trespasser swiftly. No harm shall come to our people.”My stomach dropped.‘Ralph is in danger.’I broke away from Garbie, moving toward the altar. “Excuse me,” I called out to the old man. “Where is the queen?”He turned slowly, brows lifting. “She left. Headed for the Crescent Gate where the werewolf was seen.”M
DAHLIA The laughter from the group ahead died down. It was eerie—too sudden to be natural. Every single head turned in perfect unison as if some invisible signal had passed through them.Twenty pairs of eyes landed directly on us.My breath caught.Then, from the centre of the group, one of them stepped forward. He was tall and broad, easily over six feet, and darker than the others. His skin was deep ebony, smooth and unblemished, and his eyes—gods, his eyes—glowed faintly gold. There was something terrifyingly beautiful about him. He was the kind of man who didn’t need to speak to command a room. Power clung to him like a second skin.And then he smirked—right at me.I felt my wolf rise like a tidal wave beneath my skin, teeth bared. She didn’t like him. Neither did I.Jay stepped forward, slightly in front of me, his body stiff. A low, warning growl rumbled in his throat, barely audible, but enough to carry through the mountain air. “Back up, Dahlia,” he said without turning.The
KEILAH My hands clenched into fists. I shot the Queen a death glare, my chest rising and falling as fury surged through me like wildfire.How dare she.How dare she strip away something so sacred, so personal—without my permission, without remorse.The Queen, unmoved by my rage, sat back down with her usual elegance, brushing invisible dust from her gown. “Let’s continue.”“Why did you do that?” I snapped, my voice trembling with emotion. “What gives you the right to erase my marks?!”She raised an arched brow as if the question amused her.“What do you take yourself to be?” she said coolly, her tone sharper than any blade. “Marked by men—a vampire and a werewolf? Are you cursed? Did they put you under a spell, or are you simply desperate to belong?”I felt like I’d been slapped.Aaron, standing stiffly to the side, stepped forward, his tone respectful. “My Queen… perhaps if I could speak to her, alone—”“No!” I growled, pointing a shaking finger at him. “Don’t come near me.”A blast
KEILAH The moment the words left my lips—“Because I'm not marrying Aaron”—Damien’s reaction was immediate.His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as something fierce flickered behind them. He didn’t say anything right away, but I saw the way his body tensed, how his shoulders rose ever so slightly like he was holding himself back from exploding.Then he said it, his voice low and tight, “You even know his name?”I blinked at the sharpness in his tone.“Are you two that close already to know his name that fast?” he added, a hint of accusation buried beneath the calm. I bit my lower lip, trying not to smile. His reaction—stirred something in me I hadn’t expected. Possessiveness, worry, maybe even jealousy. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t affect me.Tilting my head back just a little, I looked up at him with wide eyes, studying his face. He looked so intense, so deadly serious. I mumbled beneath my breath, soft enough that it felt like a secret, “Are you jealous?”He d
DAMIEN The crowd held its collective breath, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze. Every eye in the field turned toward me, a weight pressing on my chest as I felt their gazes like flames on my skin. The woman beside me muttered under her breath, her voice trembling slightly as she whispered, "Holy God, I can't believe this."But I didn’t even hear her. My eyes were locked onto Keilah, every inch of me drawn to her, my breath shallow. She was there, real, in front of me. I could see her trembling slightly, the magic around her still buzzing with energy. Her eyes were wide, searching mine, and for the briefest moment, it felt like everything else in the world faded away.The Queen's voice broke the heavy silence. "Young man, step forward," she commanded, her voice soft but filled with authority.Without hesitation, I moved, the pull to her undeniable. The woman beside me—who had bound herself to me—took a step back, following behind as the others in her group murmured, but the
RALPH The moment I hit the ground—or whatever the hell this was—I knew something was wrong."Son of a—!" I barely got the words out before I was yanked down again, thick vines wrapping around my arms and legs like living chains. No, not vines. Roses.Giant, deep red, glowing roses.I thrashed, trying to pull myself up, but the damn things had a grip like iron. Every time I moved an inch, they sprawled higher, coiling tighter, dragging me deeper into their grasp. Their petals looked soft, almost beautiful—until I saw the teeth hidden beneath them, snapping dangerously close to my skin."That woman said the fae world isn't a joke!" I growled, struggling harder. "But she failed to mention the motherfucking sea of carnivorous roses!"A thorn sliced into my arm, and I hissed. Great. These things weren’t just strong; they were sharp as hell too.I twisted my body, trying to reach for the knife I stole from that fae’s house in Uganda strapped behind my back. My fingers barely brushed the ha